A
quiet moment, just at dusk
When all the world is still,
I hold my breath, and in the calm
I sense His perfect will.
He is the life within the bloom,
The color of the sky.
He is the wind that lifts the wings
Of the bird flying by.
He’s in the darkness, cool and still,
And in the rising sun.
He knows the fears that haunt our dreams
And any good we’ve done.
I sense it and I understand,
Without quite knowing how.
Tomorrow I may not recall,
But I understand now.
Job 36:26
How great is God—beyond our understanding! The number of his years is past finding out
When all the world is still,
I hold my breath, and in the calm
I sense His perfect will.
He is the life within the bloom,
The color of the sky.
He is the wind that lifts the wings
Of the bird flying by.
He’s in the darkness, cool and still,
And in the rising sun.
He knows the fears that haunt our dreams
And any good we’ve done.
I sense it and I understand,
Without quite knowing how.
Tomorrow I may not recall,
But I understand now.
Job 36:26
How great is God—beyond our understanding! The number of his years is past finding out
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